After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 164 - 47: Audience with the Witch of Death
No need for an announcement to begin.
The moment their gazes met.
Ahtal and Angelina attacked simultaneously, accompanied by the roaring sound of the air being torn apart, as the greatsword and longsword collided like lightning.
"Clang!"
The swords collided, bursting out brilliant sparks.
In that brief flash, Xi Mu saw Angelina’s excited smile; their gazes met, merging into one line.
Immediately, a fiercer battle erupted, both brandishing their blades as if transformed into crescent moons, fiercely clashing.
The overflowing shockwaves turned into invisible slashes, bursting from where the blades met, instantly slicing the ground of the duel arena into shambles.
The sweeping air blades spread in all directions, causing the cultists in the audience to adopt defensive postures, but when the air blades collided with the barrier set up around the duel arena, they realized they had been overly tense.
However, they were nervous even though the power displayed by Ahtal and Angelina was far beyond that of ordinary cultists.
But there was no reason for them to be so tense.
"As expected, you are a man who can satisfy me!" Angelina’s smile grew even brighter, her longsword transformed into the moon, with each rotation of the blade mimicking a waning moon, and those unceasing waning moons converged into an endless series of slashes.
However, facing such rapid and seemingly endless slashes, Xi Mu actually managed to catch them all.
Clang clang clang—
Each clash of the blades sprayed sparks, and from where the swords met, stormy air blades splintered, cutting into the ground beneath their feet, sending shards flying like bullets, continuously striking the barrier of the duel arena.
Sharp.
Swift.
Rhythmic.
A moment’s inattention and your head could be gone, a slight delay in movement could cost your hand.
The onlooking cultists finally understood their nervousness, a battle giving no moment to breathe, a slight oversight leading to death, even making the spectators feel as if a small mistake could have their heads cut off by the sharp blades.
"A pity you don’t seem to satisfy me," Ahtal chuckled softly, catching the ceaseless slashes.
"Use ’manifesting to me’ then,"
Indeed, nobody would deny the level of Angelina’s swordsmanship, maintaining a rhythm that gave the enemy no chance to retaliate, a nightmare for anyone.
Unless one started at a distance, once dragged into Angelina’s rhythm, one would be relentlessly slashed to death.
Searching for an opportunity to escape... no, that was almost impossible, a slight relaxation of vigilance, and your head would be severed.
In such a scenario, there was no room to use magic, abilities, or weapon skills, any slight negligence would lead to death.
No disengaging from combat.
No interruptions.
No relaxation.
In the first round, he faced such a daunting situation, as long as he directly engaged Angelina, he would be incorporated into her rhythm and subsequently slashed to death.
This was an elf with a long lifespan, who had devoted all her time to refining her swordsmanship, achieving... peerless skill.
But.
"Attacks of this degree can’t kill me," Xi Mu grinned, and as Angelina thrust her longsword, he bumped into it with his chest, just as the longsword was about to pierce his heart through his armor.
Angelina withdrew her longsword, parrying Xi Mu’s incoming greatsword while quickly retreating, creating some distance.
"You... you’re a follower of the Goddess of Life, right?" She flicked her longsword, the bloodstains splattering onto the shattered ground.
"Unless you directly chop off my head," Xi Mu nodded, unexpectedly calm as he explained, "otherwise, it won’t be easy to kill me."
"Choosing to trade wounds to disrupt my attack rhythm?" Angelina nodded in understanding, now aware of Ahtal’s method to counter her swordsmanship, opting to trade wounds unless they were lethal to disrupt her pace.
And with enough attempts, one could find an opportunity to kill her.
This was the troublesome part about followers of the Goddess of Life, with enough favor, they were very hard to kill.
If the level of favor was high enough, the wounded parts would heal before she could sever Ahtal.
Even if chopped into minced meat, it would heal in a blink of an eye.
"No... I just feel it’s boring not to fight with all my might," Xi Mu shook his head, his hand brushing over the Hunting King’s Greatsword.
Red flames burned.
"Let me captivate you," he declared, his body turning as if it were burning charcoal, with scale-like marks appearing on his face.
His aura underwent a transformative change.
It fell silent.
Angelina’s lips moved slightly, seemingly uttering a spell, her body transforming, she became taller, her fingers slenderer, and her legs straighter and more elongate.
She now exuded even sharper and... more dangerous vibes.
Raising her longsword, Angelina assumed an attacking stance, then vanished in a blur, cleanly slicing through the air.
"Clang!" Xi Mu caught this blade stroke, and seeing this, Angelina twisted her wrist, slashing again from another exquisite angle.
